Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1802

Just look at the other kids! All of them were holding their parents’ hands as they regarded the foreign environment with childlike repulsion. Only a handful of them seemed to welcome the brave, new world sprawling before them.

Mark was already showing signs of bailing out of there. “Seriously, can’t you just bring him inside, leave some words to him, and then mission accomplished, we go home? When it’s time, we come back and take him home. Simple as that,” he suggested. “It’s becoming pretty apparent now, hasn’t it? He’s not the slightest bit ill at ease! I can’t believe your anxiety eclipsed his!”

Arianne rolled her eyes at him. “Don’t sugarcoat it; you’re just growing impatient! I can’t believe you’re impatient with your own son! And also, just because he isn’t anxious now doesn’t mean he won’t be missing home after a while. What happens if he starts to cry, huh? Besides, look around you, mister—none of them decided to just leave after dumping their kid here, right? Just be there for your son on the first day of school, Mark. Is that too much to ask?”

Unable to offer a repartee, as well as feeling he was above quarreling with a woman, Mark relented and continued tailing Smore.

Smore had not once stopped looking around, his curiosity on everything about his school evident. Along the way, some of the children began approaching him in a show of camaraderie. They were met with an expression of disgust that immediately settled on his face before Smore walked away, leaving the children confused and even dejected.

It embarrassed Arianne a little. “Mark Tremont, what is up with your son?” she asked in an undertone. “Why does he seem to reject playing with other kids? That’s not very nice. It’s actually pretty hurtful, even…”

Mark replied nonchalantly, “I was like this too when I was his age; I don’t see the problem. Maybe he’s disgusted by how ugly other people seem to look; maybe he judges others’ appearance to be below his standards. Either way, it didn’t matter how young a kid is—they will always want to associate only with people that make them feel at ease. They are no different from adults in this regard.”

Arianne reeled back from him. She stilled herself from the shock and hurried forward to grab Smore by his hand. “Slow down, whoa! There’s a lot of people here, you might get lost in there. Hold Mommy’s hand, come on.”

A very mystified Arianne leaned close to Mark’s ear. “That’s it. Did him being at school somehow unleash his true nature? I thought he was a quiet boy, but wow, am I wrong! Look at him inheriting your cocky, tsundere little quirk. Why didn’t he inherit your taciturn nature, too, huh? And look at the way he sasses his parents back—it’s your fault for not disciplining him at home, and now, he thinks he’s emperor!”

Mark shot her a sideway leer. “I have a hard time deciding if you’re complimenting me or bashing me, because it sounds oddly like someone is blaming me for everything that’s bad about him. Sure, I hardly discipline him at home, but that’s because I interact with him for far less than you do, which means… I didn’t teach him any of this. It’s either your fault, or this is his nature. No matter how I look at it, it’s just not my fault, and I’m not taking it up.”

Before the parents could finish murmuring to themselves, a very snappish Smore had already begun to shout, “Oh my God, can you two stop being such a drag and be quick? You two are adults and you’re still whispering secrets? Are you not ashamed of yourself?”

Mark and Arianne could only gawk at him.